Love Motion Number ONE and twenty
The Widow Wyile wonders
what words would wrap
the world in love and light
so sweet
so deep
and so complete
that dark deceits
durst dance
until their dunce
partners twirled them
into a nonce
from which fragrant
petunias sprung
in festive poseys
and people gathered
garlanded
once again to share
nosegays
cottage roses wild
pansies
phlox
sweet williams
alyssum
and ticklish
feathery grasses
for this vision
of birdsong
small creature scampers
lapping lakes
saltwater basin swells
permeated with physical
proximities aplenty
is just what
the people need
to find themselves
again
free to imagine
bountiful
boundless
beauty
between
father sky blue and orange
and mother earth brown and green
grandfather sun growth
and grandmother moon rest
shining specific
loving light
beings
Just so, so just as the Widow
Wyile sings while picking green
beans oh beans
you are prolific
beans you are terrific
green beans oh beans green
prolific and terrific
so is the planet
all spirits of sovereign
beings spinning
vast love
bright eternal
within it
prolific
terrific
Oh so
be it
Ah
Oh
mmmmmmm
!